oh god my hands

we gave love a chance [5.2k] (ao3)

The house Dean pulls up to is nothing like Castiel expects, yet at that moment, it’s everything he desires. A salt-worn blue coastal home with a porch that wraps around both the back and side, beachgrass surrounding the stilted foundation and palms both lining the street and interspersed across the yard. A lone power line runs across the remnants of old route 98 and into the city, the only marker of civilization this far from Mexico Beach, a few miles away from any sort of grocery store, or humanity.

Hopefully the electricity works, and the beds aren’t riddled with ants like their last hotel. And hopefully here, they can relax for a few days and Castiel can nurse the bruise beginning to form over the majority of his upper back, no doubt purple by now.

“Grab your stuff,” Sam says from the front, patting the bench seat.

Castiel jerks upright, head no longer plastered to the window. Through the open doors, the air sits thick in the air, bitter in his nose and warm with the sun, but somehow pleasant. Tinged with salt, but calm. Wind rustles the palms, their fronds brushing against one another, gentle in the breeze. Wherever they are, a few miles off the main road parked outside of some stranger’s house, they’re safe, at least for now.

Dean offers to carry Castiel’s bag with empathy in his eyes, not quite pity, but mostly unsure. Castiel allows him regardless and follows both he and Sam inside, climbing up the exterior staircase to the main floor. The entire property has to be at least fifteen feet off the ground, held up by stilts and a prayer. “A lot of the coastal communities are built like this,” Sam explains, Dean busy picking the lock with a paper clip. “That way if a hurricane comes, the storm surge won’t take the entire place out.”

Castiel nods, holding his arms close. He could listen to Sam talk about nothing all day if it meant he didn’t have to concentrate on the pain beginning to radiate through his bones.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Kylo rolling cigarettes for Hux because he doesn't want Hux to dirty is fingers. Ever since Ben was a young boy he would roll cigarettes for Han when he was asked to. After learning that Hux smokes he's always wanted to roll a perfect cigarette for him and watch him smoke it. He walks in on Hux one day rolling his own, and insists he does it so Hux doesn't soil his fingers. Kylo feels he dirties everyone he's ever grown close to so he doesn't want Hux to dirty his hands even more.

oh my god that’s brilliant 💕 Kylo being on-hand to roll a cigarette up for Hux and hand it to him, even lighting it for him when it’s hanging sexily from Hux’s lips

anonymous asked:

oh my god, my mum made some off-hand comment, like, "what would she rather her daughter do? Get a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend?" And now I feel sick because. Like. Mum, your own daughter might end up getting a girlfriend, but I didn't say anything and just left??

Aw I’m so sorry that sucks so bad, but I feel you. My parents are homophobic and they don’t know I swing both ways so yikes. They make the same comments but in the end, you can love whoever you want. They can’t dictate your life forever!

that one scene in every straight movie that basically goes 

straightie named chad: ok im gonna show you something, its called walking across the street, take my hand
straightie named abigail: oh my god chad nooooo! thats so scary
chad: abigail. do you trust me?
abigail: [meaningful sigh] ………..Yes.
chad: okay. take my hand.
abigail, after having crossed the street: oh my god chad that was amazing!!!! 
chad: i cant believe you did that!
abigail: we did that. thank you, chad

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Is that…Mondatta saying good things about Genji? :O

Apologies for the late update, here you go! it’s slightly longer, too

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Things Yuuri Katsuki has definitely thought about while masturbating:


  • Viktor Nikiforov (Obv)
  • Being held
  • Viktor Nikiforov(’s hair)
  • “What if I die while I’m masturbating and my family finds me with my hand around my dick oh my god I would never live that down”
  • The very faint whiff of applewood that Yuuri got from Viktor Nikiforov that one time when Viktor passed Yuuri in the Olympic Village in Sochi and Yuuri was too busy feeling his soul ascend to even say anything to him until it was too late
  • The Russian Lit project that’s due in three days that he hasn’t started on
  • Viktor Nikiforov blowing him in a warm rainstorm while Yuuri holds a large umbrella and Viktor kneels on Yuuri’s shoes to avoid getting the knees of his two-thousand-dollar suit wet.
  • Triple axels
  • A recurring and elaborate fantasy of his involving an empty train car, a silk tie, and Viktor Nikiforov.
  • All of the priorities that he is anxiety-masturbating to escape.
  • Viktor Nikiforov flopping around on top of him in the surf of one of the beaches back home only in, like, a sexy way, and because it’s a fantasy they don’t run the risk of being observed by six fishermen and someone’s great-grandmother.
  • That one time he and Phichit found that website that supposedly accurately displays the size of a celebrity’s handprint and Yuuri held his hand up to Viktor Nikiforov’s and realized just how much bigger and longer his hands were and went immediately and painfully hard.
  • “SOOOO I’ll tell you what I want what I really really want so tell me what you want what you really really want–”
  • Katsudon.
  • Viktor Nikiforov fucking him in a bed full of roses with flapping gossamer curtains like some Victorian protagonist. In this fantasy, they are going to be married soon but Viktor couldn’t control himself and Yuuri didn’t want him to. Viktor doesn’t take off his waistcoat and Yuuri doesn’t take off his glasses.
  • How many of Phichit’s hamsters are watching him right now. He tries not to think about it, but it always comes into his mind.
  • Viktor Nikiforov–

“Are you humming the Spice Girls while you masturbate? Again?” Phichit crashes in the door and turns on the light. 

“NO.” Yuuri flips onto his stomach and throws the shot of Viktor from last week’s issue of SKATE under the bed.

“Whatever.” Phichit throws this week’s copy of People at him. “Here. For your spank bank. Viktor’s got half a page on page seventeen. He’s shirtless.”

Not only is Viktor shirtless–his pants are unbuttoned. Yuuri clutches the magazine to his chest and stares up at the ceiling. “Am I pathetic?”

“No,” says Phichit, who completely and totally believes in his friend and knows that Yuuri will someday manage to blow Viktor Nikiforov in a men’s room somewhere

“Thank you,” says Yuuri, who isn’t quite sure he believes him.

  • That one image of Viktor Nikiforov from the March 2014 issue of People Magazine where he’s shirtless with his pants undone and looks like literal soft-core porn.